when the pineapple forehead
held the blue carnival

destiny in the cold blue steel hell
oven eyes
drums with fire sticks
youths curse on the old
that dreams never die

i die
i never come back
yet i do not forget

pineapple in my gut
i hit the clouds hard
i open oven mouth
i push out flames

reality defined by each matchstick
i smoke onions with the pineapple

in my tomato eyes
there are even and odd illusions
yet the fire makes fire real

yellow flame
red simile
and the brown metaphor
where the flames hide

I love the pineapple bits..

Interesting take. I have to say, it doesnt make much sense, it sounds like a poem about perhaps aging and death, highs and lows (represented by matchsticks) but you lose me on the whole luau pineapple and tomato thing. It was very creative. cool.

i die
i never come back
yet i do not forget


I liked this line much,,Jimmy..

They say time heals the ache and in time
the body, soul and mind will reunite and strength
returns to a state we once again understand

Much love (((( Jimmy )))))

I am at the state of numb and in time maybe strength will
knock on my door

In Time, all that you shall ever need, will push your doors wide open, giving you more, than ever expected, filling you with
all that felt empty, all that felt lost, all that resided inside your cupboards of pride, passion, and Love. To be known as YOU!

:D

Made me think of some Manga sci-fi!!!

nice to hear from you